[ The door is stubborn, but eventually gives; the pair are bathed in a dim glow as they come face to face with the ship's plasma core, oozing smoke. ]
Whoa. We're in the engine room...?
[ Hunk would be having a field day if he were here--or he'd be crying at the state it's all in. The whole thing is scrap, covered in thick rust. At the far end is a railing, leading into another, deeper set of rooms--presumably the ship's drives. ]
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Whoa. We're in the engine room...?
[ Hunk would be having a field day if he were here--or he'd be crying at the state it's all in. The whole thing is scrap, covered in thick rust. At the far end is a railing, leading into another, deeper set of rooms--presumably the ship's drives. ]